[Checho]
Used to take the 68C, Downtown Saint Paul, realized it didn't matter if
Yall kept hating, second guessing, PMS’ing, like them girls in hot pink dresses
That at night they go bulimic, then fill right back up with breakfast
And you haven’t seen me rock it yet, ain’t no paparazzi yet
Future on your tv screen, wouldn’t you like to watch me yet?
See, I’m crazy rapping, now, hater’s lips are chapping, now
Always trying to improve, now I’m overlapping crowds
I’m melodramatic-raw when the beat is smacking down
Dealing with a hungry man but you ain’t seen me snacking out
Allan K, & franklin, ey, we don’t need an open house
Checho spittin fire balls catching yall with open mouths
Ratchet girls with open blouse, trying to get a wiff at us
I don’t care where you go next as long as we stay previous
Females think like guys too much, don’t try to make me the sus
Sorry ladies, sooner or later we gon’ have to clear the bus
Clear the bus, clear the bus, clear my conscience be a must
Tell em girls get out my car, don’t you look so serious
I’m rocking my ego shuck checho is the deal trust
Dirty was my real love, got so clean I peel dove
Birdies want the D tough, locked your girlfriend, steel cuff
Full move when she kneels, nudge, shorter without heels, brush
If she keeps real, lust won’t exist, then we’ll fuck
But my nigga dio buff I promise that he’ll cuff
Now shes in my ear, yuck, everyone can hear, shush
Cs or ds, cute teeth, tush, callin an appeal, judge
Nothing is concealed, luck cleaning secrets spilled, bust
Ego on a metal head just watch how fast your steel rust
I still must reveal such egos as evil stuff
Now your vultures see me live, on my knob within the week
Thats a habit to adore closing opportunities
Get the dough and show these cookie ass bitter sweet
But how mutual are denials if the futures what I see
Blood and tears up in my cream, foamy mattress in my dream
In the future I’ll afford story of a memory
Getting rich just to survive story of my enemies
Opposite of skewing lies story of a limousine
Can’t make a street your tomb, or fix the minds of the police
Feeling feels like felony, so all my fucks do rest in peace
None without dependency, friends only the entity
Bassed on giving back if you make allies with the melodies/
Fam is who we do it for, working for the enemy
Go break 20 legs runner feeling like a centipede
Copy me to 20 deep thats the team befriending me
Filling up my table yall are welcome I got plenty seats/
Lays when I’m getting paid, I’ll have plenty chips for y’all to eat
Tracks and babes getting play, started out at age 15
Around the same time I just started writing lyrics
About sexing up the ladies that I always came the nearest to/
Then I started writing bout my clic and all the limits
That we broke and all the dumb suburban gangsters we made timid
Making it ghetto in a burb when you didn’t come from a city thats a mis-payment
Light bill trying take over the city lights/
Not paying attention to the hate its just the little likes
That seem to stay keeping me awake replace my pillow with a mic
And could it be that I don’t have enough will to fight
Daily stretch and all, I’m just not the competition type/
Reconcile my friends instead of reconciling women
That will fight over my time so I don’t recognize them bitches
If pretending are your feelings while you see me in these meetings
I’ll amend reality just to reconcile my digits
Still I never feel important, if the money is not importing
Main priority to sort it and the time I’ve lost restore it
Gold or platinum wouldn’t be worth it, turn it up till its distorting
You can’t feel it through the stereo, thats a system of ignorance
All I do is for the future, future me a lot of knowledge
Can’t believe I’m running things then you can come check on my mileage
You can come check on my pages, draw the arrows through my linage
That’s dinero from the pharaohs not for ages to be damaged/
Here to Resume Every Pharaoh, C-H-E-C-H-O
Whats better, gotta love me or get sick of me in terror
Terrifying systems teaching all your children
Nothing bout the devils in this industry I’m killing/
Staring, like theres some violence in the building
But glaring at the man who’s bringing silence to deceive them
Newborns, not ever knowing what conceived them
The only way that ever give them pity/
Seemingly defeated, building with a team
This well earned skill to envision the beginning
Of something you doubted, loud but subconscious
Tying up the presence of you rappers rapping nonsense./
Behind ya, songwriters dong riding ya feelings
If Lucy’s a musician you might as well be minions
Only fucking up eternity and bolting down the e nergy
With locks in the caskets that retain your own identities
